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come_sailaway2022-05-14 11:45 pm
draughtsman) wrote in come_sailaway2022-05-14 11:45 pm
Pirate Room Party
Who: Lucius Spriggs, Edward "Blackbeard" Teach, and Stede Bonnet, and also you? Probably you.
When: Mid-way and through the end of the Battle Royale. Following this thread.
Where: Cabin 117.
What: Stede had a freak out and collapsed. He's not dead but out cold and accepting visitors (mostly).
Warnings: General Pirate Behavior, potential descriptions of glass related injury.
Getting Stede Bonnet to a safe location is a complicated affair for two reasons.
Reason the first: Lucius has very little upper body strength and so is relegated to carrying Blackbeard's big fuckoff knife and occasionally helping with Stede's feet.
Reason the second: they are currently on a barge of the damned and safe is an extremely relative term.
Eventually, they decide (or rather Lucius comes to the conclusion and offers) that keeping Stede in a location with a spare bed and access to assistance is best until he is up and about. For several reasons, this ends up meaning that the Captain will be stashed in Lucius's bed in his and Skulduggery's cabin. On the plus side, this means that there is a spare bed for use, on the negative, it means that the cabin will invariably be painfully cramped.
Starter for Blackbeard, Skulduggery, and eventually Watson:
Once they (Blackbeard) haul(s) Stede to the room and deposit(s) him on the bed, Lucius gives the Captain a sad, slightly pained look. He's been wearing that outfit for days. It looks awful, disheveled, and now it's got blood and glass holes, and both of those problems fall under Lucius's job description.
He sighs and starts to strip the Captain with the general dispassion usually relegated to those in the medical profession. They have two of those complimentary terry cloth robes and, in lieu of a dressing gown, it'll do. Besides, they need to see about the cuts and check for glass in his back--right?
Maybe Clarke was right, you know, after the bashing his chest bit. They ought to call a doctor.
"I don't suppose you know any doctors?" Lucius asks and casts a tentative look at Blackbeard as he strips off Stede's vest. "Er--Sir."
Ah yes, nailed the title.
Very professional.
General starter for reference:
Cabin 117 is absolutely, entirely overcrowded.
It feels like they're back on Revenge at least, insofar as Lucius is concerned.
Stede Bonnet has the whole of one of the beds. He's looking a bit grim and grey, and has on a chintzy Hawaiian shirt and a bathrobe on despite being tucked snugly beneath the covers. The rest of the room is varying levels of disheveled, both from the over-occupancy and the fact that the island horrors continued for a day after they arrived. Lucius has been sleeping on the couch and has surrendered the bed that technically belongs to his roommate to Blackbeard. It's been better than a day and Stede is still out, but he's not dead yet and the horrible music and sound effects have stopped, so there's some peace to be had.
[OOC: Please feel free to just barge in, or visit, or ding dong ditch. Whichever. If you're one who signed up to be on the crew, feel free to assume Lucius tracked you down to inform you.]
When: Mid-way and through the end of the Battle Royale. Following this thread.
Where: Cabin 117.
What: Stede had a freak out and collapsed. He's not dead but out cold and accepting visitors (mostly).
Warnings: General Pirate Behavior, potential descriptions of glass related injury.
Getting Stede Bonnet to a safe location is a complicated affair for two reasons.
Reason the first: Lucius has very little upper body strength and so is relegated to carrying Blackbeard's big fuckoff knife and occasionally helping with Stede's feet.
Reason the second: they are currently on a barge of the damned and safe is an extremely relative term.
Eventually, they decide (or rather Lucius comes to the conclusion and offers) that keeping Stede in a location with a spare bed and access to assistance is best until he is up and about. For several reasons, this ends up meaning that the Captain will be stashed in Lucius's bed in his and Skulduggery's cabin. On the plus side, this means that there is a spare bed for use, on the negative, it means that the cabin will invariably be painfully cramped.
Starter for Blackbeard, Skulduggery, and eventually Watson:
Once they (Blackbeard) haul(s) Stede to the room and deposit(s) him on the bed, Lucius gives the Captain a sad, slightly pained look. He's been wearing that outfit for days. It looks awful, disheveled, and now it's got blood and glass holes, and both of those problems fall under Lucius's job description.
He sighs and starts to strip the Captain with the general dispassion usually relegated to those in the medical profession. They have two of those complimentary terry cloth robes and, in lieu of a dressing gown, it'll do. Besides, they need to see about the cuts and check for glass in his back--right?
Maybe Clarke was right, you know, after the bashing his chest bit. They ought to call a doctor.
"I don't suppose you know any doctors?" Lucius asks and casts a tentative look at Blackbeard as he strips off Stede's vest. "Er--Sir."
Ah yes, nailed the title.
Very professional.
General starter for reference:
Cabin 117 is absolutely, entirely overcrowded.
It feels like they're back on Revenge at least, insofar as Lucius is concerned.
Stede Bonnet has the whole of one of the beds. He's looking a bit grim and grey, and has on a chintzy Hawaiian shirt and a bathrobe on despite being tucked snugly beneath the covers. The rest of the room is varying levels of disheveled, both from the over-occupancy and the fact that the island horrors continued for a day after they arrived. Lucius has been sleeping on the couch and has surrendered the bed that technically belongs to his roommate to Blackbeard. It's been better than a day and Stede is still out, but he's not dead yet and the horrible music and sound effects have stopped, so there's some peace to be had.
[OOC: Please feel free to just barge in, or visit, or ding dong ditch. Whichever. If you're one who signed up to be on the crew, feel free to assume Lucius tracked you down to inform you.]
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So she could understand the restlessness she sensed in poor Lucius.
"Yeah," she said. "A couple of games. Probably a few from your time. Or I could teach you a couple from mine." Good girls didn't play cards, but for all of her training in deportment and high manners, she'd had a streak of mischief in her, even before becoming a Malkavian.
Diana held out her hand. "Let me shuffle," she said.
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"Teach me one," he requests, a little desperately. His boredom creeping into the cracks of all the horrors he'd witnessed and imagined the last few days. He really needs distractions so he doesn't...just focus...on all of...that mess.
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Everyone told Diana that she was stupid. And she believed them. It was probably true. But she did have a slight knack for gambling. She'd always loved any opportunity to visit Las Vegas. The opulence. The lively nights. It was genuinely the best and the worst of the American spirit.
On the one hand, excess and greed and any number of other deadly sins.
On the other hand, imagination and innovation and they'd brought water to the damn desert!
"I used to play a version of this game with a large group of friends," she said, dealing out two cards to each of them. "We combined it with a truth-or-dare element. You beat the dealer, you were safe. If you lost to the dealer, you had to answer any question she asked completely honestly."
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He has no idea if this is a good starting hand.
"Alright, then we play for secrets or...dares I guess? Or is that one not an option?"
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It was still awkward. Living in the Masquerade and disregarding it at the same time.
Diana was trying to find some kind of balance, but she was easing into it. Like a hot bath.
Or cold shower.
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He gives her a desperate sort of look.
"Hours spent building little things with cards. It's mind numbing."
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Diana sort of assumed that the small size of the cabins were intentional. First and foremost to pack as many passengers on board as possible. And second, with the understanding that cruise ship passengers weren't meant to actually spend time in the cabins at all.
It was a special kind of hell, being stuck inside.
"How long have you been cooped up in here?"
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Triumphantly he puts his cards face up on the table. Two Eights. Pretty close to twenty-one, if he does say so.
Is it stupid? Yes? Is he desperate and trying to avoid his own trauma? Also yes? Is Diana now a part of that desperate avoidance? Once again, Yes.
"Also, I absolutely cannot abandon this post," he adds after he's snapped the cards onto the coffee table. "I like not being keel hauled, thank you very much."
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A pause.
"And those aren't my questions, anyway. Just wondering."
She lay down her own cards. A nine and a queen.
"Okay, you have a sixteen and I have a nineteen. Now, you have a choice. You can ask me to deal you another card. It could get you closer to twenty one, but if you go over--that's called 'busting'--then you automatically lose. Similarly, I can take another card if I want, but there are only two cards, a two or an ace, that won't bust me."
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"No, I've really got to be here. I'm..." Gods he hates the term Cabin Boy, makes him sound like a wee little wooden child who dreams of being real, but it's the best term for the scenario. Valet's generally didn't have to sit at bedsides.
"I'm kind of his assistant? And Blackbeard's gone off to do...Blackbeard-y things. I've already gone skipping on the edge of that knife a few times and I'd rather not risk my hide for a walk about."
Besides, I am actually very worried and care about this idiot. That he doesn't say, but the glance he casts briefly at Stede says as much for him.
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Stede's name was still eluding her. But 'Blackbeard?' That one she knew. A little before her time, but as Cainites were astute enough to note, legends never really died. They just got decapitated and turned into tragic operas.
"I haven't actually met him yet," she admitted. "Blackbeard. Is he really...is he like the stories say?"
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That's exaggeration, classic hyperbole, but he really cannot stress that enough.
"One gun, one knife, just like everyone else," he repeats because he has heard it. Everyone on ship had. It's something they all knew not to comment on.
"Head's not made of smoke, eyes don't actually glow, but everything else is pretty spot on."
"Oh! A four!" Lucius declares smugly as he flips the card onto his others.
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"Ed. Oh god. Oh god don't Don't Please LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
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"That...that doesn't sound good," she said. "Should we...do something?"
She didn't know what, exactly. But the urge to act had her fingertips twitching a little bit.
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"Captain?" Lucius tries and reaches to set a hand on his shoulder. He doesn't feel hot or feverish, but Lucius is also very much not a doctor.
He jostles him a bit.
"Caaaptain?"
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"I won't let you hurt me." His voice is thick and rough in the back of his throat. "I won't let you hurt him. I won't. I won't. I'll die first."
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Of course, she had no idea if that was true or not.
She looked up at Lucius. "Has this happened before?"
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No he has something. One thing. He turns his head and bites at her, as hard as he can, which isn't very hard at all. He has to go. He has to find- To save- before it's too late-
please
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It's a very terrible idea but Lucius immediately dives down onto him to weigh him down. This runs a rather high risk of his head colliding with Diana and, when he manages to evade concussing himself on her skull, he feels rather accomplished. Momentarily. The Captain is still doing his level best to break his wrist and now he's biting--
"Cold water!" Lucius cries and tries to gesture with his head. It was his original plan--maybe it would help? "And a rag?"
Or a tranquilizer? He might have to send Diana out to find Blackbeard--or Watson. Shit. All boredom then no boredom.
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Diana practically jumped out of the way when Stede started biting, pulling her hand back and praying to whatever gods would listen to a Cainite's prayer that he didn't break skin. If he got her blood in his system...
Well. That would be fun. And by that, she really meant the other thing.
She cradled her hand against her chest, too afraid to look for the moment. But with her free hand, she grabbed the flower arrangement and pulled out the flowers. Unceremoniously, she dumped the cool water from the vase over Stede's head. It wasn't exactly the most nurturing...but it was the fastest.
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Physically he slumps, his hand drops away, the only movement is of deep breathing and occasionally twitching as water rolls over his skin.